by Lex Thomas
She grimaced at David, and he grimaced back. Lucy didn’t want to deal with the rest of the gang. She didn’t want to walk up there and have to declare themselves an item, but she also didn’t want to walk up there and pretend like nothing was going on. And then there was Will. Guilt reached its hands out at her. She pushed Will out of her mind.
“Do you want to go hang out in the elevator?” David said.
Lucy turned to David, filled with relief. She squeezed his hand.
“Yes.”
“Wait here. I’m gonna grab some candles. I’ll be quick.” David bounded up the stairs. The elevator sounded wonderful. She couldn’t think of a more romantic place to hide.
Just them, and no one else. Her perfect night didn’t have to end just yet.
Behind the curtains of David’s quarters, the noise of the gang was softer and more distant. David fished three candles out of a tin can that was nailed to the wall. He rooted around in
other cans until he found a condom. Just in case. It wasn’t like he had a plan. He’d stopped planning when he kissed Lucy in the auditorium. Lucy didn’t need him to be a hero. He didn’t have to act like everything would turn out all right. And he didn’t have to be on guard. He just had to be himself. That’s all Lucy wanted. It made him happy.
And then there was Will.
David thought he would have passed him on the way up to his room, sulking at his post. But he didn’t, and he didn’t care.
He’d deal with Will tomorrow. Not that there was anything to deal with. Lucy had told David plainly that she wasn’t interested in Will. That was that, and everything afterward just happened. Nothing more to say.
He couldn’t wait to get back to Lucy.
Something cracked hard across his back of his head. He dropped to the ground in an instant. His head struck the floor.
Hands grabbed at him. Fingernails dug into his skin. He could smell fruit and flowers. Fabric rustled above him. He struggled, but there were at least four figures tugging him around. They flipped him to his back and pinned him to the ground.
Freaks, David thought. This was it. Oh, God. They were going to kill him.
David strained his eyes to see into the dark. Feet shuffled all around him. The closet unit he’d built was open, and
clothes spilled out of it onto the floor. That was where they must have been hiding. Why wasn’t he paying attention?
Someone slapped his face then clutched his head. He felt his hands being crushed. He wanted to scream, but someone crammed a rolled-up athletic sock in his mouth.
“Daaa-vid,” a singsongy voice whispered, “pay attention, you piece of Loner trash.”
David widened his eyes to focus on his attackers. He saw six elegant silhouettes in the dim light. They were Pretty Ones.
Their legs were like silken columns towering over David. Two stood on his hands. Two held down his legs. Another pressed her palms down on his forehead with all of her weight, keeping his skull planted on the floor. One girl sashayed from side to side lazily like she was listening to a song that no one else could hear. As she moved, her skirt would flit open, and he could see all the way up. David wrenched his arms and legs around, but he couldn’t overcome their combined grip. They stared back at him blankly, with plastic smirks like evil dolls.
The girls pried David’s legs apart, and Hilary stepped into view. She lowered herself down to her knees and began to crawl on top of him. Her hair hung in front of her face. He felt her leg against his. She was shaking.
“Mmm, hot,” one of the Pretty Ones said. The others snickered quietly.
David’s heart pounded as Hilary made her way up him. It may have taken only seconds, but they were torturously long.
Hilary pulled her body up and straddled David’s rib cage.
Her weight squeezed air out of his lungs. The light cutting through the curtain entrance caught Hilary’s face as she turned. Her face was slack, and her right eye was purple and swollen. It looked inflated.
She leaned her lithe body forward. Down her dress, he saw the weight of her breast. David pressed his tongue against the sock in his mouth, and it moved a bit. He kept his eyes locked on hers, breathing hard through his nose.
“David,” Hilary said, “what happened the other night . . . was a mistake. I was weak, and you took advantage of that.” Her voice was flat, distant.
She ground down on her words. “It’s your fault this is happening now. You need to learn your place.” She looked off into the darkness as her voice failed her. “All you Scraps need to learn your place.” Barely a whisper now.
“This school belongs to Varsity.”
David worked his tongue against the sock in his mouth. His whole gang was just on the other side of that curtain, only a few stairs away. He screamed, but it was too muffled for them to hear. David kicked and thrashed his legs, but the Pretty Ones held fast.
Hilary held out a shaky hand, and one of her girls placed a slender ivory comb in it. She turned it in her fingers to reveal that the handle had been whittled into a sharp dagger.
Hilary looked out to the darkness again and shivered.
“Do it,” said a whisper from the dark.
Oh, God . . . Sam. He was here.
Hilary clamped her eyes shut.
David shook his head violently at her. The Pretty One above him held tight to his head. He pushed and pushed with his tongue, edging the sock out.
“Do it, baby,” said the whisperer from the dark.
A drop of water fell on his face. Then another. They were tears, dropping from Hilary’s chin.
Hilary lifted the dagger high, and her beautiful face twisted into something tormented and ugly. David screamed, and some of his voice escaped.
Someone threw aside the curtains and burst into the room.
Light from the stairwell spilled in. David’s heart soared.
It was Will.
He had a look on his face. It was pure rage. He must have heard the scream. He looked ready to fight, but then he froze, dumbfounded by the scene.
For just a second, David and Will locked eyes. Then Will had a seizure. He dropped on his stomach, his shuddering face landing inches from David’s. David could hear the sputter of his gurgling throat. David looked back to Hilary.
She jammed her dagger into his eye.
27
Agony. It was all David knew for an eternity. Pain knifed through his eye, it twisted and scraped inside his skull so relentlessly that it felt like Hilary was still over him, rattling her ivory shank in his eye socket. David swung in the dark to knock her away, but it never changed anything.
Pain permeated his dreams too, making it impossible to know for sure when he was awake and when he wasn’t. He could sense that people were trying to help him. He heard words of consolation, but they were unintelligible through the throbbing haze.
In time, pain didn’t consume him anymore. He slept more restfully. He’d only awaken for moments before fading to sleep again.
“You had a fever from an infection,” Lucy said softly, holding his hand, “You’re doing well now, David.” She returned to reading a book aloud. It was rhythmic and soothing. There was talk of picnics and sunshine. Her voice faded away.
He came to later. Lucy’s voice came from a different direction.
“Oh, my God,” she said. “You’re not going to believe this, but I was really jealous of Dorothy. All those gifts she gave you? I actually tried to draw a picture of you one night. You should have seen it, it was horrible. Wow, I hope you’re not listening to any of this.”
He was, sort of, but he drifted away again.
“If your jaw hurts, it’s ’cause I had to knock you out, you were thrashing and yelling so bad,” Gonzalo said, chuckling.
“You almost took that Nerd’s head off when he was operating on you. Jeezus, it was crazy.”
David tried to laugh, but he fell asleep instead.
She took my eye. That’s all David could think.
He was consc
ious again. He reached up and dared to feel his right eye for the first time. His fingers grazed the crusty gauze.
She took my eye, David thought again. We were a couple. My mom made her dinner twice a week. I loved her once. And she took my eye out!
He gnashed his teeth together. He was angry now. No
matter how many times he thought it, it never seemed acceptable. She could have killed him if she wanted to, but no, she wanted to shame him. Scar him. Make him look weak.
Sam made her. Sam wanted all of those things, and he scared Hilary into doing it. He made her feel like she had no choice.
But she did have a choice.
David had asked her to join the Loners, leave the Pretty Ones behind. He would have protected her. She wouldn’t do it.
She wouldn’t let go of the power. David knew then that Hilary never loved him.
No one would ever mutilate someone they loved.
The rage within David felt good. It dampened the fire in his eye. He turned revenge scenarios over in his head, lying on his side, staring at his room with his one good eye. Dull light seeped through the curtain.
His room had been rearranged. A first-aid kit, bottles of water, rags, and a pile of books sat on the floor, next to his bed. A pillow lay scrunched into the corner. That was where Lucy sat when she read to him and kept him company.
She’d talked about episodes from her childhood, things about her family, random thoughts about life. One time, he remembered her singing softly to him. Some kind of folk song or something. He couldn’t remember the chorus, but her voice had been so sweet and lulling.
David’s mind traveled to the night of the Geek show. It
seemed like a dream.
Lucy entered in the half-light, stepping quietly around the room so she wouldn’t disturb him.
“I’m awake,” David said.
Lucy sat down on the bed beside David.
“I need to change your bandage.”
“Okay.”
She peeled the tape away from his face. With a damp cotton ball she gently dabbed below his eye to clean the area. David kept his good eye to the ground. He felt ashamed. How could she look at it? It had to be vile.
“It looks a lot better,” she said.
David stayed silent as Lucy unwrapped a new bandage, then used a pair of scissors to cut it into a much smaller shape.
“Thank you for treating me so well,” David said.
He looked up at her. Lucy was right there, her eyes big and loving. He missed her, even though she’d been right next to him day after day. He felt like precious moments had been stolen from them. He took her hand and held it tight. Her eyes glistened with wetness. Tears threatened to tumble out from his eyes as well. It hurt.
“I wasn’t going to lose you,” Lucy said. “I swore I wouldn’t.” David was overcome by her devotion. He was lucky to have her.
“How long have I been out?”
“Almost three weeks.”
David reeled at the thought.
“Where’s Will?”
Lucy stayed quiet.
“Just tell me he’s okay.”
“He’s okay. He just . . . decided to leave.”
“I don’t understand. Where did he go?”
“Nobody knows,” Lucy said. “He left not long after the attack, and nobody’s seen him since.”
“Nobody’s seen Will for three weeks? Where did you look?”
“There’ve been a few search parties for him, but he didn’t turn up. It’s been hard to persuade the gang to go after him.”
“Why?”
“Will left his post the night you were attacked. That’s how Hilary got in. Ritchie saw Will at the Geek show.” He knew what it meant. Will saw them.
“It’s my fault,” Lucy said. “You asked me if there was anything between me and Will, and it was just so complicated, I didn’t know how to put it.”
“Well, how would you put it now?”
“I may have . . . I did . . . I gave him the wrong signals, when I should have been clear. I hurt his feelings. This is all my fault.”
David hung his head. He punched his fist into the bed. Lucy jumped.
“I’m not mad at you, believe me. This is not your fault,” David said.
This was all David’s fault.
“I tried to stop him from leaving, but he wouldn’t listen,” Lucy said. “He said the Loners would never forgive him. He thought they might even try to kill him.”
“They wouldn’t.”
“Everybody was upset, David. You were in bad shape. You screamed for days straight. I just don’t think Will could take it anymore. But we’ll find him. I know we will.” Lucy finished the bandage she was cutting and lifted it to place it over David’s eye. He stopped her.
“I want to see it.”
Lucy gave David an unsure glance. “David—”
“I want to see it.”
Lucy got up, walked out of the room. She returned with a small mirror and handed it to him. He took a deep breath and then held it up to his face. His dead eye stared back at him.
It was crusted with yellow and red, and the globe itself was deflated and opaque. It looked like a steamed onion.
David lowered the mirror. He was disgusted. He felt weak.
He felt violated. He knew that’s what Sam wanted, but he couldn’t stop himself. Lucy sat down next to him again with a pleading look.
“You’re no different, David. Everybody’s waiting for you.
Everybody believes in you.”
How could he possibly think his enemies would take the night off just because he decided to?
“David,” Lucy said, trying to get his attention.
David turned to Lucy. She gazed at him, and he recognized the same affection she had in her eyes at the Geek show. He was still the same to her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he blurted out. She blushed and looked down.
He wanted her even more now than he did the night of the Geek show.
“David,” Lucy said. “There’s something else. It’s Gonzalo.
He’s graduating tomorrow.”
David laughed.
“What else are you going to tell me? Somebody stole all our food?”
Lucy didn’t laugh. David’s face dropped.
“That didn’t happen, did it?”
Lucy shook her head, then said, “You should be happy for him. He’s been a good friend. He got everybody through a tough time while you were hurt.”
Lucy took David’s hand.
“I’ll be right next to you. I’ll do whatever you need me to do.
We’re going to be okay.”
Lucy squeezed David’s hand.
“I have something for you,” she said.
Lucy reached over to the first-aid kit and plucked up a twelve-pack box of chalk. David gave it an odd look.
“Open it.”
He opened it and pulled out a white leather eye patch. He smiled.
“You made this? From your pocketbook?”
She nodded.
“Well, let’s see it on,” she said.
Lucy placed the small bandage over his eye and taped it down. She took the eye patch from David’s hand and gently placed it over the bandage. She ran her finger along the white shoelace straps, guiding them through his hair. As she tied it, her dress stretched across her curves, and her warm body pressed against his.
Lucy leaned back to have a look at David.
“There,” she said, biting her lip, seemingly impressed with her handiwork. She giggled. “Ooh-la-la.” David laughed, and afterward he felt exhausted, like it took everything out of him.
“I’m tired,” he said.
“You should lie down.”
He nodded and lay back. Lucy lay down with him. She wrapped her arms around his body and cradled David. He thought about kissing her, but he didn’t do anything. It felt too good to be held by her, and to let someone protect him for once.
David strode fiercely down the ha
ll. It was reckless considering he’d barely mastered his equilibrium, but so far he was
doing a decent job of walking a straight line. The Loners struggled to keep pace. He wouldn’t slow down for them. He couldn’t.
“You know I’m getting out, not you, right?” Gonzalo said.
“Yeah, you sure you don’t want to stick around? It’d be a big help. Even if you’re dead, I could probably still scare people off with your corpse,” David said, forcing a smile. Gonzalo gave him an approving clap him on the back. It nearly sent him into the wall.
Appearance was everything today. It felt too soon for David’s first public appearance since the attack. He was still plagued by episodes of unbearable, plunging pain in his eye.
He’d slugged back two cups of juice to try to numb it. But that didn’t help his insecurity. He felt like a gimp. He’d been mutilated and was about to put himself on display for everyone to ogle and gossip about. What could he do? It was Gonzalo’s graduation day.
Graduation was the most important event in a McKinley student’s life. You’d made it through. You’d earned your freedom. And it was an important reminder to everyone else that there was still hope, and that life on the inside wasn’t real life, a point that he was finding harder and harder to remember.
If David had skipped Gonzalo’s graduation, not only would he miss saying good-bye to his most trusted right-hand man, but his absence would have been an admission of defeat to Varsity and the rest of the school.
He prayed they didn’t meet with any trouble today. He wasn’t even sure he could land a punch, working off one eye.
He couldn’t afford a fight, but he needed to convince everyone, including the Loners, that he could.
Thunderous conversation echoed out from the foyer. The closer he got, the more it sounded like the whole school was there. He could see students packed into every inch of space.
They’d come to see the return of David.
“How are you doing?” Lucy said, sidling up to him. Worry creased her brow.
